One of my favorite conversation starters is to ask people for their best celebrity encounter story. Here’s mine: A few years ago Woody Harrelson came to my college on a tour to drum up publicity for his new movie about biking or hemp fuel or legalizing marijuana, or maybe all of the above. My boyfriend and I went to his lecture and snagged a free poster on the way out. Woody had already disappeared through a backdoor when my boyfriend said, “I need to get this poster autographed for my sister.” I asked him how he planned to do that. “I don’t know,” he said. “Let’s go find Woody.” Keep reading »
Last night, I was in the changing room at my NYC gym alongside the lovely and petite Natalie Portman! She was wearing a puffy green coat and Tretorn rain boots even though it wasn’t raining outside and didn’t close her locker behind her. Anyway, because I’m a nerd, this morning I Googled “Natalie Portman Equinox” just for kicks and I came up with this Craigslist posting by some gym bunny asking Nat on a date. It says:
“You’re Natalie Portman. I was running on the treadmill at Equinox today…you were with your friend…i think you kind of checked me out a little…thought you were cute, would love to grab a drink.
Poor boob! Natalie wasn’t checking you out, honey. She was afraid because you were staring at her. Keep reading »